Curls- twirling ballerinas
Leap, and leap again
They might- But hair
Holds fast to head.
Surrounding her this aura
Of chattering disarray
From greybrown hedge untrimmed
Springs pandemonium,
Chaotic mass of restless stars.
That sizzling halo-
Crackling wit, fiery temper-
Lights bright torches
In darkbrown eyes
O flashing-eyed Athena!
Scent of rosemary, clamorous
Song and spices of the kitchen
Her lair, her reign a cheerful
Hubbub crashing banging potsandpans
Warm heart and hearth
Screeching, calling, singing,
Sighing wild woman
oh whom i love
And cling to like
A feather to its nest
-Dear Mothy
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Yeee :) it's 1.07- AM. I've been editing this since 9.00 but I'm not sure about it. Bridget, Anna- did you like it better before? Sorry for being such a pill about this one poem :) and Mango- this is the one I was telling you about! But I'm not sure...
-Dear Mothy
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Yeee :) it's 1.07- AM. I've been editing this since 9.00 but I'm not sure about it. Bridget, Anna- did you like it better before? Sorry for being such a pill about this one poem :) and Mango- this is the one I was telling you about! But I'm not sure...
I think I do like this a bit better, as it's got more structure and more of a rhythm to it. It's a very beautiful poem, Gaia.
ReplyDeleteHey, it's good. I like how you italicized that line. It's just what it needed. But I liked the old artistic way you had it. But that's just me...
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